When we lie,it's because we want it to be true
So we make sins for something that we do...
Inevitably taking last sunbeams
so faded, barely alive...
We sit in silent pews,
inhaling twilight hours...
A Bipolar mind
Is never a quiet mind...
I sit here with a knife in my hand,
My skin colour is now so bland...
I stood there if only for a minuet
Sweater still pulled down tight...
I'm lost on the inside, I feel as if I have no...
My heart feels empty, I hurt all inside...
The limit of 10 PM turned into something-AM.
I still drink and wait for you whilst semi-sober...
Body wandered for years alone,
insisting he wasn't lost...
A worn out smile
A faded dream...
All she felt was pain
A fading smile...
Do not come any closer.
It's not what you're thinking...